A contemporary paint-every-day watercolor guide that explores foundational strokes and patterns and then builds new skills upon the foundations over the course of 30 days to create finished pieces.
This beautifully illustrated and inspiring guided watercolor-a-day book is perfect for beginning watercolor artists, artists who want to improve their watercolor skills, and visual creatives. From strokes to shapes, this book covers the basics and helps painters gain confidence in themselves along with inspiration to develop their own style over the course of 30 days. Featuring colorful contemporary art from Mon Voir design agency founder and Instagram trendsetter Jenna Rainey, this book’s fresh perspective paints watercolor in a whole new light.
I absolutely love this book. You start out slow, which drove me and my “we gotta get all this perfected NOW” personality nuts! But how else are you going to really learn something like this and hope to master it – at least at a beginner level? Color blending, different types of brush strokes, different materials… so many things are covered in this book. Even my significant other, who is much more talented with paints than I am, said he would like to try this out and learn how to use watercolors.
Make some time every day to work the lessons in this book, and keep practicing. And create!
**I was sent this copy from Blogging for Books in exchange for my fair and honest opinion.**
Last month, I signed up for this monthly subscription box for art supplies called ArtSnacks. “A curated box of unique, high-quality art supplies delivered to your door every month” is what it says on their site. Lots of artsy goodness, and they send you a little piece of candy in each box – hence the “snacks”!
August’s ArtSnacks-y goodness!
This is what came in the box this month, along with a yummy Jolly Rancher for a sugar-inspired creative session! Love, love, love! The little card with all the information on Continue reading “Subscription Box: ArtSnacks in August!”→
About a month or so ago, I ran across this monthly subscription box for art supplies called ArtSnacks. “A curated box of unique, high-quality art supplies delivered to your door every month” is what it says on their site. They seem to mainly send out pens, pencils, and markers, but I’ve seen brushes and pastels in past boxes, too, along with the odd sharpener, eraser, or chamois. Oh, and they send you a little piece of candy in each box – hence the “snacks”!
All the goodies!
This is what came in the box this month, along with a Swedish Fish for a sugar-inspired creative session! While I liked what they sent, I was left feeling a little “meh”, because other than the watercolor pencil they aren’t things I would normally use. The little card with all the information on Continue reading “Subscription Box: ArtSnacks!”→
I’m sure this is probably a Thing somewhere, but since I haven’t seen it I’ll pretend I came up with it!
It’s Thursday, so why not write about something I’m thankful for? For this first one, of course things like “a safe place to live” and “food in the pantry” come to mind. While I am super grateful for things like that, another thing popped into my mind: needlework.
Growing up, I remember my Mom always seemed to have some project or other in her hands as she watched television. She did knitting every so often, but it seems the creative passion was reserved for needlepoint and cross-stitch. I was about nine or ten years old when she decided she needed more peace and quiet than my sister and I were giving her during the summer days, and she bought us both a sampler. It was the alphabet, numbers, and a few pictures printed in blue ink on white cotton fabric, both sisters receiving identical kits. I think my sister, who was around six or seven, got bored and abandoned her project halfway through the capital B. I stuck with mine for a week or so, finishing probably 45% of it before the summer sun and lawn sprinklers on a hot day coaxed me away from my stitching.
1969 – Mom working on what will become a needlepoint cushion for the dining chairs in Minnesota. The beagle is Pixie, and the cat in the chair is Caesar.
In 1991, I moved out to California with a bunch of friends. As the U-Haul was getting ready to pull away from the curb in front of my parents’ house, Mom held up her hand for us to wait, went inside, and a few minutes later came running out to the passenger side of the truck with an old shoebox and a couple magazines. These she passed up to me: “Something to keep you occupied on your drive!” she explained. Upon opening the box, I found dozens of skeins of embroidery floss, some envelopes of Aida cloth of different colors, an old pair of fabric shears, and that the magazines were some of her old cross stitch magazines.
I stitched my first thing since 1976 on that trip out to Los Angeles: a little picture cobbled together from bits and pieces of a sampler in one of the magazines. A few years later I took on the entire sampler, and to everyone’s astonishment I finished it!
My first completed sampler, circa 1994. Please excuse the awful creases!
Through the years, cross stitch has helped keep me relatively sane. It’s been a good, quiet creative outlet, and the stitch counting that goes along with it tends to soothe my nerves. (Okay, unless I screw up the stitches – THEN everything’s irritating!) It’s also something I can now turn around and give back to my Mom – and my Dad – in the form of a gift. A couple years ago I was able to stitch a project in honor of their Golden Wedding Anniversary. Hearing the happy tears in my Mom’s voice and the smiles in my Dad’s felt simply amazing.
That’s another thing: this is something my Mom has given to me. Something she learned, and something her mother and aunt learned. It gives me a connection to her and our family’s past that is unique to us – even though millions of people can stitch. My Mom is the only one with whom I have had that experience, and that in itself is priceless.
I love this skill, something I wouldn’t have if not for my Mom, her patience, and her sudden idea to hand over a good portion of her “stitching stash” to me as I left to go to California. Thank you, Mom!
Me, Take Three 